It does not take much
for him to be
distant and cold,
very mad at me.
All I have to do
is speak my mind,
have a different opinion
for him to unwind.
The blow back is fierce
when I’ve half a smile
and act upset
even just for a while.
Empathy is escaping
from this tired routine,
and I’m sick and tired
of him being so mean.
It’s a trap and a rut
as the silence screams
piercing my thoughts
and the hurtful things,
after all I have chosen
this misery.
It’s simply exhausting,
having you always be
silent and so very mad
at me.